Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 445 Lunch With My Boss

Logan's

POV.

Mia and I opted to go to the nearest restaurant. I instructed my driver to

leave, choosing to drive my own car instead. As we arrived, I opened the passenger seat for her, and she gracefully stepped inside. Taking my place behind the wheel, I ignited the engine and steered us towards the restaurant.

After a short drive, we arrived at a renowned Italian restaurant. It turned out that Mia had booked a table here, knowing it to be my favorite.

Exiting the car, I circled around to the passenger side, holding the door open for her. Extending my hand, I silently urged her to take it.

I was well aware of the charm my gentlemanly gestures possessed, and Mia was no exception. The rosy hue on her cheeks served as undeniable proof that she appreciated the gesture. Firmly holding her hand, despite her subtle attempt to pull away, we entered the restaurant together, hand in hand.

Fortunately, we had a table reserved, and the waiter promptly led us to our designated spot. Pulling out a chair for her, I patiently waited for Mia to take her seat.

"Mr. Mancini, you don't have to do that," she protested.

"It's Logan to you when we're not in my office," I interjected, grinning mischievously.

"But..." she began, her words trailing off as the waiter arrived to take our order.

Taking the lead, I confidently ordered all of Mia's favorite dishes, a playful glint in my eyes as I anticipated her reaction. Confusion flickered across her face, and she couldn't help but question, "Are these really my favorite foods?"

I leaned back in my chair, a smirk playing on my lips as I revealed my secret, "Don't be surprised, Mia. I know these are your favorites, which is why I ordered them."

flew to her mouth, and she gasped, clearly taken aback. "But how did you

that danced in her eyes. My voice carried a

"What are you trying

eyebrow nonchalantly, feigning indifference.

my words hang in the air, laced with suggestion,

a rosy hue, and she was momentarily speechless, her reaction further fueling my amusement. Before she could regain her composure, the waiter arrived with our order, providing a timely interruption to our charged conversation.

I couldn't resist teasing her further. "So, how's the food?" I inquired, genuinely interested

and I yearned to unravel the layers of her

her demeanor slightly formal but her

responded, studying her as she continued to blush. This side of her was new and intriguing, and I found myself wanting

plate, a gesture of intimacy that made her protest once again, "Mr. Mancini, you don't have to

with a playful tone, "First of all, it's Logan to you, and secondly, I possess a sense of decorum, my lady," serving some

silence enveloped

she relished each bite her delight evident in her expressions. It was a rare sight to witness Mia without her usual assertiveness, and I couldn't deny that I found this softer

sauce lingering at the corner of her lips. A temptation

sauce away with my thumb. Her

her face turning a shade of pink. She gasped and lowered her eyelashes. "Hmmm... The sauce

a few more bites before setting her fork down. "I'm done, Mr... I mean, Logan. Can we leave

the boss, remember? I can make and change the rules. You don't need to worry about the

on time.

own the company," I

doesn't mean you can show favoritism towards your employees," she shot back. She was right, and her words stung. Couldn't she desire to spend more time with me? I sighed and signaled the waiter to bring the

the bill,

returned